[Comprehensive martial arts] Mr. Psychic Medium

The Golden Wind Drizzle Tower is located on Tianquan Mountain, with seven ancient pagodas and four tall buildings.

When Su Mengzhen took Wang Xiaoshi and Bai Choufei back to the Golden Wind and Rain Tower, it was almost dusk, and the setting sun silently shone on the towering spire, casting a somewhat lonely shadow.

"Let's go to the 'Red Mansion' first." Su Mengzhen walked towards one of the tall buildings.

Carved beams and painted buildings, gorgeous and brilliant, should be a place to hold banquets, entertain guests, and prepare banquets.

A person greeted him from the red building.

He was a young and handsome young man with a black mole on his forehead. He was slender and taller than ordinary people. You could tell from his walking posture that he was a well-educated and gentle man. .

He handed two thick booklets to Su Mengzhen.

But Su Mengzhen was looking behind him, at the door of the red building, there was a dirty beggar curled up under the eaves, his hair was disheveled and his face could not be seen clearly, staying there quietly without any sense of existence.

Yes, there is no sense of existence, Su Mengzhen can be sure that apart from him, no one, whether it is Wang Xiaoshi, Bai Choufei, or the young man who just came out of the red building and is close to the beggar, has not noticed that there is another person there , He even guessed that the reason why he was able to discover the existence of beggars was because he hoped that he could find out.

This kind of ability can already be called shocking.

He still remembered that opposite the ruins of the houses in Jiangjun Hutong, there was also such a curled up beggar, with exactly the same clothes, exactly the same posture, and exactly the same person.

But he had an inexplicable feeling that that person was not malicious.

"You are a guest, so why not come in and have a glass of water and wine." Su Mengzhen walked up, and he saw the beggar with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep, "Today, there are vegetarian ham and Fushoulou from Xiangguo Temple." You may not be able to buy the dry roasted duck on weekdays."

He spoke in a calm tone, and the beggar's stomach groaned twice in a dignified manner.

Only at this time did everyone discover the existence of the beggar, Wang Xiaoshi let out an "ah" and put his hand on the sword subconsciously.

And the young people who came out of the red building became even more nervous. Su Mengzhen was too close to the beggar, so close that as long as the beggar stretched out his hand, he could penetrate Su Mengzhen's heart.

The beggar was silent for a long time, so long that one wondered if he had really fallen asleep, and then asked slowly, "Is there any wine?"

His voice was not pleasant, it was so hoarse as if he had been injured by thick smoke, it made people feel stuffy and uncomfortable after listening to it.

"The old pear blossom white and daughter red, and the newly brewed bamboo leaf green from the south of the Yangtze River are all very good wines." Su Mengzhen replied, he looked at the beggar patiently, even though the beggar kept his eyes closed, his attitude was very good He was cold, and his tone didn't change at all.

He saw the beggar opened his eyes, without sadness or joy, without hatred or anger, just like a bottomless pool, no matter how dark and turbulent the bottom is, the surface will always be calm, quietly reflecting the shadows of clouds and sky , Birds come and go.

"Zhong Yanqiu." The beggar said, "My name is Zhong Yanqiu."

This beggar looks dirty and down-and-out, but he has an elegant and pleasant name. His demeanor does not flinch because of his situation. His back is always straight and his eyes are calm and firm. Su Mengzhen can infer that He must have had a good background and a good education.

Why did he fall so low, he thought it was definitely not a pleasant story.

Su Mengzhen invited the man named Zhong Yanqiu to have a meal, and Wang Xiaoshi, Bai Choufei, and the young man who walked out of the red building, Yang Wuxie, the manager of the Golden Wind and Rain Building, were also present at the same table.

Yang Wuxie is also the host of the White Building in the Golden Wind and Drizzle Tower. The White Building is the data and intelligence building. Yang Wuxie can also be said to know everything about the Jianghu, but let him think about it. I can't think of where the name Zhong Yanqiu is.

On the table are not only the vegetarian ham from Xiangguo Temple, the dry roasted duck from Fushoulou, but also the chef’s specialties of Jinfengxiyulou’s three-eat live carp—dry fried Qimen, braised Ma’anqiao, and soft bucket powder. In addition, there are three meat, three vegetarian, three hot and three cold aged wines, and the table is full of good feasts.

Zhong Yanqiu wiped his face and hands clean with a handkerchief. Beneath his face covered with dust and dust was a handsome and delicate face. His cheeks were so thin that they were sunken, and his eyes were pale. Jade, with slender fingers and distinct joints, almost translucent in the sun.

He had never been polite to Su Mengzhen and them. He sat down and drank a jar of wine, and then Rufei ate up the plate of food in front of him before anyone could react, as if he hadn't eaten for hundreds of years.

He eats fast, but his posture is not ugly, it can even be said to be extremely elegant and upright, which makes him not look like a down and out beggar at all. His eyes and his pampered hands complement each other. .

Zhong Yanqiu only focused on eating, but this meal was not an embarrassment. Wang Xiaoshi was always good at invigorating the atmosphere, and Su Mengzhen was also happy to answer his words and say a few words. The two of them opened their mouths, Bai Shoufei Naturally, he would not let the topic cool down, so he had to interrupt and talk about it. Yang Wuxie was not a dull person, and the conversation and laughter of the few people at the banquet were quite cordial and harmonious.

They didn't move the dishes on the table, Wang Xiaoshi and Bai Choufei were not very hungry, Su Mengzhen was told by the doctor not to be greasy and spicy, and could only eat two chopsticks of boiled cabbage and other light vegetarian dishes, Yang Wuxie was even more satisfied Stomach is preoccupied with food and I don't know what to eat. I look at Zhong Yanqiu and Su Mengzhen for a while, but I can't eat anything.

Zhong Yanqiu ate most of the dishes on the table by himself. Looking at his stomach, which showed no signs of bulging, he didn't know where the food was digested. After eating the last bite of food and drinking the last drop of wine in the glass, he Put down the chopsticks.

"Thank you." He said, there seemed to be a faint warmth in his eyes.

"Coarse tea and light food are not worth mentioning." Su Meng replied, without mentioning why Zhong Yanqiu fell so low, and why he appeared in the Golden Wind and Rain Tower.

It also seemed that he didn't notice that Zhong Yanqiu got a little fatter during this short meal, and some flesh grew on his sunken cheeks.

Zhong Yanqiu looked at him for a while, as if he was judging something carefully, and then slowly raised the corners of his mouth to show a shallow smile, "I'm not a beggar, and I won't eat your things for nothing."

As he spoke, he stood up staggeringly, and unbuttoned his clothes. Under the thin clothes was a frighteningly thin body, a layer of skin wrapped around the bones, ribs were clearly visible, and several layers of gauze were hastily wrapped around the belly, with layers of blood seeping through. out.

Zhong Yanqiu tore off the gauze, there were densely written things on the inside of the gauze, and there was a finger-long gash on the belly, perhaps because the skin was not treated in time, the flesh and blood turned out horrible bruises, traces of blood oozing out. .

Then, they watched Zhong Yanqiu put his hand into the wound and took out an oiled paper bag.

Blood dripped down, but Zhong Yanqiu didn't seem to notice it, and spread out the gauze by himself, "This is the secret list and communication channels of Jin Guo lurking in the country." Then he pointed to the oiled paper Bao, "This is the secret letter between Cai Jingyi's party and the Kingdom of Jin, as well as the military defense map on the border of the Kingdom of Jin and the offensive deployment this winter."

When he said the first sentence, Su Mengzhen's eyes lit up, like two cold flames in the ashes.

When Zhong Yanqiu finished speaking, the cold flames in the ashes were already blazing. He glanced at Yang Wuxie, Yang Wuxie understood, and got up to get the gauze—opposite the Golden Wind and Rain Tower. There are also many speculations about Jin Guo's detailed work list that has been placed in the country over the years. Only by cross-checking can you know whether the list is true or not.

But just as he stretched out his hand, Zhong Yanqiu held it down.

Zhong Yanqiu looked into Su Mengzhen's eyes, which were dizzy with bottomless darkness, "The ruler of the Kingdom of Jin suddenly died suddenly, the eldest prince was the head, and the second prince was the concubine...Can I trust you?"

"If the information you brought is true." Su Mengzhen looked at him firmly, her eyes were burning like a monstrous flame, and said every word, "I will live up to my trust."

Zhong Yanqiu let go of his hand, as if he had unloaded a heavy burden, and the exhaustion that could not be concealed appeared between his brows and eyes.

He is too tired.

He ran for thousands of miles without sleep, without rest, without drinking or eating, without daring to stop, chasing and killing all the way, constantly making tricks, he couldn't trust anyone, and he didn't dare to walk with anyone, his spirit and body were almost on the verge of the limit, completely in one breath Hold on and don't fall down.

The things on him were too important, so he didn't dare to hand them over lightly. The emperor was still a young boy, who had just ascended the throne and was in charge of the court. Even if he was young and intelligent, he had no real power.

So he lurked in the capital and carefully observed everyone in the examination school. The ghosts all over the city are his eyes and ears.

You need to be smart enough, decisive enough, powerful enough, selfless enough, and willing to go through life and death for this country whose building is about to collapse.

Then he saw Su Mengzhen, he saw the pain, he saw death, and he saw the fire, the cold flame still burning tenaciously in the ashes, as long as there is a little firewood filled in, it will become a prairie fire, Burning endlessly, bright.

Burning people will also burn.

He has never seen such a resolute and bright soul, even if this man named Su Mengzhen is about to die, it is worth his gamble.

"I believe you." Zhong Yanqiu looked at Su Mengzhen with the same firm eyes, and said every word.

In the next second, his body lost strength and fell heavily.

At this time, Yang Wuxie finally found Zhong Yanqiu in his brain, or after hearing "the ruler of the Kingdom of Jin died suddenly", he finally connected Zhong Yanqiu with his information.

"On July [-]th of this summer, the Lord of the Kingdom of Jin was assassinated and died." His voice was erratic like sleepwalking, "The assassin was dressed in green clothes, lurking in the summer palace, killed with a single sword and fled thousands of miles away. Civil strife, the whole country hunts down the assassin."

They subconsciously set their sights on Zhong Yanqiu's clothes. Although the outside was so dirty that the color could not be seen, the inner lining could barely distinguish a touch of blue.